batmanschmatman | 018 [audio]

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[There's a second or two of silence before Dick starts speaking, because he is very consciously trying to stop himself from blurting out "Holy _______" statements and adding Bat to the beginning of nouns, and it is quite the uphill battle, unfortunately. His "superpower" is basically adopting Burt Ward Robin's speech patterns TO THE XTREME. :|]

I'm not feeling great. Anyone needs me, I'm gonna be in my Bat-

... I'll be kind of scarce.

[Filtered to people who know THE BIG SECRET. So basically Tim, Steph, Wally, Costigan, Hayley, Spike, etc. Ask if not sure.]

Holy redundant flood, Admiral, this had better only be for a couple days. I'm starting to talk like the Robin from the BatTV Show character flood again and the Batnovelty's already seriously worn off. How's everyone else holding up?

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[Ariadne pulled her knees up onto the couch so she somewhat sat on her feet and perched her mug on one knee. When he reached for her face she almost wanted to stop him, what with that broken nose and everything. To try and solve some of that frustration, she reached over for the notebook and pen, holding it out for him, silently supporting him.]

[He smiled and set down his own mug before taking the pen and notebook.] Thanks.

[He scribbled down a note and passed it off to her to read.]

I don't know if this is just the BatBarge or what, but we seem to do a lot of talking and/or hanging out in crisis Batsituations.

I think it comes with where we are.

[Ariadne smiled, feeling a little warmed up from the tense conversation in the kitchen, and sipped her tea. Oh. That's still really, really hot.]

If this were Bludhaven, I probably wouldn't set off your radar. I'm not a law-breaking type.

[He shrugged, grinning playfully before providing his answer.]

You never know. I might have run into you one way or another.

[He hesitated before adding more to it, once more holding it up for her to read when he was finished.]

Besides, if this were Bludhaven, we'd both be in a hell of a lot of Battrouble.

[Ariadne leaned over to look at the notebook, remembering what he'd said about its destruction. She'd meant a prior time, but realized it wasn't quite that obvious of an implication.]

Yeah, that's true.

[She shifted when the mug of tea got a little too warm for her knee, unconsciously closer to Dick.]

Do you think it's being rebuilt?

[He shook his head.]

Not unless they've made a lot of progress taking care of the Batradiation. I mean, maybe some Batday, but... I don't exactly have my Bathopes up.

[Ariadne looked over when he started writing again and furrowed her eyebrows a little when he started scribbling out the "Bat" in front of "hopes."]

Bat?

[Whelp, he'd been caught. He put the notebook down, looking a little embarrassed and trying to control the urge to just make his excuses and leave. Seriously, good work Grayson. Hopefully she hadn't seen the campy TV show.]

I keep adding "Bat" to Batwords. I can't really control it.

[Ariadne sipped her tea, looking a little confused. She hadn't seen Batman and the cartoon shows weren't much to her style when she was younger.]

Okay.

[She stared at him, not quite sure what she was supposed to think about it.]

Is that...? [she raised an eyebrow.] I'm sorry if it's embarrassing.

[He shrugged, wondering how to continue passing it off as embarrassing without it seeming like a big deal or something that actively could be a problem for him.]

I guess it's not the worst Batthing that could be happening. Still annoying. I can hear myself doing it, I just can't stop.

[Ariadne couldn't help but smile a little at the strange sound of 'batthing' before trying to swallow that smile down at his embarrassment.]

Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't be smiling at that.

[He laughed softly, rubbing a hand over his face again, wincing this time as he stretched the skin over his nose by accident before leaning back farther onto the couch, trying to get comfortable.]

This Batflood is giving me a Batheadache.

[She saw that wince and reached for his hand, her own was quite warm from holding her mug of tea.]

I would think so. Batheadaches sound really terrible.

[The architect was moving into teasing territory and her smile grew despite her desire to remain somewhat serious.]

[He let her move his hand away from his face, chuckling quietly again, his own sort of sleepy grin widening as well.]

I'm fine, seriously. It's healing.

Batheadaches really do suck, though.

[Ariadne kept a loose hold on his hand, a casual if not friendly touch. It was truly meant to just keep him from touching his nose anymore.]

How different are they from regular headaches? [she smiled wider at him, not quite catching the sleepy element to his expression.]

[Dick shrugged, not pulling his hand away.]

I'm not sure. I've never had one before.

[Which was... a lie. He definitely had Bat headaches before, if by Bat headaches, you meant headaches brought on by trying to reason with Bruce, which he had definitely had more then enough of back home.]

[Ariadne couldn't help but chuckle quietly at that.]

I hope some tea helps.

Yeah, it's definitely helping.

[And to prove his point, he retrieved his cup and took another sip before settling back onto the couch.]

[Ariadne beamed at him, glad that they could relax some after the crazy of the week.]

What if it was Battea?

I don't really think I want Battea. Sounds kind of horrifying.

You don't want to even try it?

[Ariadne raised an eyebrow, head slightly tilted.]

[He immediately started laughing, squeezing her hand slightly as he drank more of his regular, definitely not Battea.] Not if it's made out of bats.

[At the squeeze to her hand, she glanced away before back to him. Hanging out with Dick made her feel so good and she couldn't quite put a finger on why, but she could analyze that later.]

Battea could be better for sleeping.

[That got her a curious eyebrow raise and a smirk.]

Why would it be better for sleeping?

Bats are nocturnal, aren't they?

[...that's not how it works, Ariadne. Still, her knowledge of science is still in its beginning stages and the details of circadian rhythms are a little beyond that.]

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